Something's really wrong with you/ If you connect your happiness to/ The sound of money rattling in your hands,/ Fancy clothes, watches, shoes,/ And you don't even have a clue/ That it's a black hole where you stand./ It'll suck you in and into greed,/ You'd lust for way more than what you need./ And without it, you're just hollow./ When money's gone, misery would follow.